Title: Foreign Language
Author: Wicked R
Disclaimer: WB is the God, not me.
Rating/Genre: G/Romance.
Summary: Demons and Humans find themselves in a situation where they have to work together. After "The Importance Of Being Phoebe".
Teaser
The bolt released by the little silky black stocky being of the size of a ten year old child split to hit two targets at the same time. For the strength of its strike, the creature more resembled King Kong, than anything else. Paige had orbed out the way, but one of the tongues of the bolt hit Piper. She yelped in pain, even if she could already feel the baby starting to heal her. Thing was, she still had to wait it out, lying on the ground, without having the ability to help her sisters.
Phoebe was just getting up off the floor, her arm bleeding. The creature that didn't look like anything human jumped and punched her with its short upper limb. She plummeted, but not before kicking at the legs of the creature with shining ashy eyeballs and a twisted, satellite dish looking object on his head, making it fall onto the ground too. Paige used the moment to orbs some crystals around it to get it trapped.
The creature got up, and jumped again, out of the circle without any problems, kicking the youngest sister in the face while Piper got herself together enough to use her powers. It turned to confront her, sniffing around as if wanting to find out with its sense of smell where the danger was coming from, its small ogles still and cold. It lifted its upper tentacles the same way as when it was firing its bolts, but this time the bolt encircled him, giving him some kind of protection against anything that the witches tried from orbing heavy objects on him to throwing potions on it on a happy go lucky basis. Inside its globe, it stood, paying attention at them, but nothing more. Then it let one of its tentacles out of the electric sphere and fired with it at them, this time going their three ways.
"Leo!" Paige shouted as she orbed over to Phoebe's fallen body and out the way of the bit of bolt directed at her. With Piper stirring, but both of her half sisters down, she didn't stand a chance. When Leo manifested besides Piper, the youngest witch grabbed Phoebe's hand and orbed her away to P3, hoping that Leo will take her example and follow her.
"When was the last time we had to flee our own home?" Piper growled, holding her healing head.
"You mean apart from being thrown out by Cole?" Phoebe supplied, rubbing her chest and arm that was just mended by Leo. She stood up, trying to clean her modern peasant style short dress, but then she stopped, sighing and looking up the steps of the club, "what now? You couldn't want our house again, your last attempt failed miserably."
"I'm here cause I wanted to make sure you survived the assail," Cole said composed, descending the stairs as he used to when they had been dating.
"You're more than capable of killing us all. So why don't you just go ahead and save everybody the bother?" Paige barked angrily.
"If you could vanquish me, you would," Cole retorted level-headed, "but you can't so could you save me the bother?"
"He had always liked these mind games, that's what it is," Phoebe explained glaring at him, "where did you get this demon from? Cause in the book it won't be."
"No, it won't," Cole admitted, "cause he's not a demon at all and thus nothing to do with me whatsoever. That, ladies and gentleman, was an alien."
tbc